Love Command: Darling, Do You Yield?-Chapter 150 - 151: Iris Harris, do you hate me?

Iris Harris was found in the train waiting room for a train to the neighboring city.

The departure time on the train ticket had long passed. She sat alone on the bench. When Brandan Hyde approached, the first thing he saw was her figure with her back to him.

Her soft long hair quietly hung behind her, like fluffy feathers covering her thin back, making her look somewhat lonely.

Brandan walked over and looked down at Iris’s face.

Her expression was very calm, and she did not react at all when she saw him approaching.

Perhaps she had long known she couldn’t leave.

In this city, as long as he wished, she could never escape for life.

"You already know?"

As if finding Brandan’s expression ridiculous at the moment, Iris chuckled softly and looked up at him.

Brandan came over, gripping her hand forcefully, and his voice was raspy as he said, "I can save you."

"..." Iris glanced at her hand, which he held, then slowly withdrew it. She asked calmly, "What if I say, I don’t need you to save me?"

"Iris, you’re still so young..."

Iris looked at him, and upon hearing this, seemed to find it somewhat laughable. She asked softly, "You also know I’m still so young? Then why did you agree to trade me for her back then?"

Each word was like a sharp dagger stabbing into his heart.

Not long ago, he had even kept blaming Iris for not forgiving him and questioning her about what it would take for her to forgive him.

He naively believed she had really returned unharmed.

He was truly too arrogant, not even taking a moment to consider her.

"Iris, you need to give me a chance." His voice trembled slightly, speaking with restraint, "Even if I made a mistake, you need to give me a chance to make amends."

"A chance?" Iris laughed, "But Brandan, why should I give you a chance to make amends for your mistake? Why? In this world, not everything can go as you wish. — I don’t need you to save me, Brandan, you can leave."

Brandan stared at her blankly. Did she understand what she was saying?

Did she really want to... die?

He remembered how she had cried and begged him that day, saying she was scared, and now Iris no longer had any desire to live.

Was it he who made her this way?

She was once so afraid of death, and now she seeks it wholeheartedly.

His heart slowly sank to the bottom of the lake, an infinite fear surged up. This might be the biggest mistake he ever made, but it shouldn’t be punished with Iris’s life...

Brandan moved his lips, his voice hoarse as he asked, "Iris, do you... hate me?"

"Hate me enough to want to use your life to take revenge on me?"

Upon hearing this, the emotions in Iris’s eyes moved slightly.

She sat quietly on the bench.

Her pale face, in the sunlight, appeared almost transparent.

"Have you not asked me what happened that night?" After a long while, she finally raised her head and looked at Brandan, "Then I’ll tell you now, shall I?"

Her eyes were dark and lacked any light, only filled with the cold indifference of burned out ashes.

Brandan looked at her, remembering Iris once had very beautiful eyes, extraordinarily bright and charming when they looked at him.

Brandan’s heart ached deeply, knowing he could never make it up to her.

Maybe the dream he had that day was true; Iris had died that day, not under the kidnappers’ bullets, but by his own hands.

He had personally extinguished all her hope.